My Favorite Days

My Favorite Days

It was a dark gloomy day.keep in mind that these are My favorite days in the week. So I wake up feeling really good. To a point where I question why the hell I feel so good. If you ever had one of those days you know something bad always happens when you feel like that. Well, this day something did happen and to me, it was pretty bad. So anyways it was a Thursday when it all went down. I was in New Orleans for a visit to my grandparents' house. The morning went so smoothly. I remember the fresh smell of breakfast. The aroma of pancakes, eggs, and bacon filled the house making me want to get up and run to the kitchen just to make sure I get the first plate of freshly made food. Thanks to my grandmother who always kisses me(on the cheek)whenever I get up or thanks to my grandpa who is always up yelling about how something is always happening. They always take good care of me. So about 4 hours after breakfast around 1–1:30 pm the real problem happened. So I get a text from a close friend saying "Aye you down to go to a party?" knowing the person I am "I'm like is there going to be food?" he tells me "you're really worried about food just imagine the female's, parties are meant for hookups to happen you knaw i mean!!!" I'm like hell yeah man I don't live down here so I don't care about none of em" we continued the conversation until he answered my question. I said "I'll go if I can bring my cousin" he quickly responded with" ight that's a bet" So I call up my cousin and tell him

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